I think the pain I felt two years ago was the most painful wound I've ever had. I can't even pretend to be happy and strong. I can't eat, sleep or even get out of my bedroom. I can't meet my friends. I can't go out and be confident again. I feel so empty. But it hurts so bad. But that's two years ago. I've moved on. That's what I've been telling myself everytime a glimpse of her memory comes to my mind. I will ignore it, and just shrug it off. It's a heartbreak. But I can move on, right? Until I met her. Again. She's a totally different person. The fragile-looking, soft and joyful girl I met years ago is now a bad, bad girl. But she's not my ex. How can they look so much alike when they are two different persons? How can she make my heart beat faster and break me easier than before?Tous Droits Réservés
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